When the anniversary goes wrong.

So my girl and I just celebrated our anniversary....as an anniversary surprise, I got her passes to a local obstacle course that just opened just south of Boston. We are both in pretty good shape, I figured that we'd do a couple of runs, then go into the Boston for some fancy city food, then head home.

Unfortunately, fun, upscale comfort food, and lovin was not the end result.

The first time going through the course, she leapt from a platform onto a gigantic foam and rubber ball, then slid down the side and through a goddam trapdoor where the ball was anchored to the floor underneath. She sprained her right ankle, and had a spiral fracture of both her tibia and fibia in the left. 3 days and a plate and 2 screws later, we are home and I am the worst boyfriend in the world.

Next year I plan to skip all the travel and just set a bear trap in the middle of the bedroom.

Oh dang, that sounds like a rough time on an important day. Don't beat yourself up about it though. It's not like a man would ever purposely plan to screw up an anniversary with someone he genuinely cares about.

Several years ago I went through a period where I would sustain an injury that was bad enough to merit a hospital visit on our anniversary or my wife's birthday.

This is a brief description of the worst experience. On our anniversary, a beam fell on my arm during framing punch out on a house my crew built. One of the guys set the beam, but forgot to nail it off. I thought it was broken (it wasn't). Later, on her birthday, I cut the end of my thumb off trying to do a hasty remodel on our bathroom. We agreed that I would take the day off on both occasions the following year.

I felt pretty awful...especially as when we arrived at the place, there were a number of things I found suspicious(no signage, pictures didn't match what was on the website, staff was lackadaisical). My other option was a sushi making class at a brazilian barbecue/hibachi/sushi bar. Obviously somewhat less exciting, but less likelihood of being maimed.

The first time going through the course, she leapt from a platform onto a gigantic foam and rubber ball, then slid down the side and through a goddam trapdoor where the ball was anchored to the floor underneath. .